I love you that sentence seemed to be stuck in my head, just because a stupid, amazing, wonderful, fantastic dream. It was Harrys' voice who had said it, not weird at all no no. But I was kind of freaking out, I was going insane, crazy, psychic. I couldn't dream dreams like that about Harry, it was stupid because he hated me and even if he told me he loved me it wouldn't be the way I loved him. He loved me like a friend, brother but latey he has hated me like an enemy. What had I done to deserve that? What had he done to deserve such a worthless band member and one time best friend? I shouldn't feel bad for myself Harry has it worse 'cause he has such a bad friend who couldn't do anything right. Worthless! That's what I was. Worthless.
Oh, if only the fans knew what I was thinking, it would give them a heart attack. 'Cause I'm Louis Tomlinson, the funny carefree loud strange guy. Not the guy who repeats to himself how worthless and bad he is. If they only knew.
I glanced over to the clock noticing that it was in fact morning wich was good because I won’t be able to fall asleep again. I walked out of my room as quiet as I could and turned the TV on with low volume. One of the best ways to think about something else had always been TV for me. The show was about teenagers and involved a lot of drama though half of it didn't make sense.
"What are you doing up this early weirdo." if I hadn't know who the one that called me 'Weirdo' was I might have laughed. But now when it was Harry who said, it wasn't fun anymore.
"Couldn't sleep." I mumbled. I was tired of him already, I was tired of his way to treat me. I was tired of being treated like I was some kind of emotionless shit that you could say anything to.
"Did the little baby-boy dream a nightmare?" Harry said in a mocking voice.
"Rather vise verse." I whispered to myself.
"What?" Harry asked suddenly annoyed.
"What?" I answered.
"What did you say, twat?" he asked angry.
"Oh, nothing in your business." I snapped. Oops, didn't see that coming from my mouth.
"You'll answer me!" he roared and I felt anger build up in me.
"Why would I tell you anything?!"
" Because I 'm the one who decides here!"
"And who said that!?" I snapped back.
"I and now answer me! What did you say!?" he screamed at me and I felt for the first time ever afraid of Harry.
"NO! I won’t tell you anything! 'Cause I've got nothing more to say!" and then it came; the first time Harry ever hurt me psychical, he hit me right on my nose. I stood up and covered my nose with my hand. "And that's exactly why I won’t tell you anything." I said and walked towards the stair.
"YOU'RE SO NOT WALKING AWAY FROM ME! I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!" Harry screamed after me.
"Watch me." I said and ran up the stairs with Harry hot on my heals. Suddenly, in the middle of the stairs I fell and hit my forehead. As I whimpered I heard Harry laugh from above me. I tried to move, but my head felt too heavy and dizzy. My eyes opened before I noticed I had them closed and felt blood ran down my face.
I heard Harry's footsteps disappear and then I let the tears fall, it didn't hurt that bad it was more of the fact that Harry hurt me that hurt.
What happened to best friends forever?
My head felt like it had got hit by a hammer, and I forced myself to sit up with my back resting on the wall in the stairs. I couldn't move more, it would be better if I just sat here and died. Like Harry would want me to do.
Someday I would make his dream come true.
